The Dictators Gathered

"Ah—"

The screams came to an abrupt end. The Divine Mountain's great ancestor's body was torn into pieces, and the 4 longswords disappeared.

"So ruthless!"

The Heavenly Rank powerhouses watching the battle were dumbfounded. The Divine Mountain's great ancestor had such a miserable day.

Ai Ruisi's eyes were filled with fear. He quietly retreated, wanting to leave this place while Ou Yangming was not paying attention.

Their master, a top-tier powerhouse in the universe and a Dictator, was actually... Not a match for that fellow.

'Isn't this too exaggerated?'

Kun Xuzi and Xue Sha's faces were also pale. "What should we do? The Divine Mountain's great ancestor won't die, right?" Xue Sha asked, trembling.